Green fields and whispering woods; or, The recreations of an American "country gentleman"; embracing journeys over his farm and excursions into his library . t singular group of four fine youngoaks, standing on the hither side of the water-channel inthe beaver-meadow, and well up to the north line of ourfirst section,— four thrifty young oaks, quadruplits, stand-ing some ten or twelve feet asunder, and so regularlyplanted that they have at the base all the appearance ofhaving been set for the corner posts of a building,— this isthe Druids Temple. Thence we had wandered by cow-paththrough the d
Green fields and whispering woods; or, The recreations of an American "country gentleman"; embracing journeys over his farm and excursions into his library . t singular group of four fine youngoaks, standing on the hither side of the water-channel inthe beaver-meadow, and well up to the north line of ourfirst section,— four thrifty young oaks, quadruplits, stand-ing some ten or twelve feet asunder, and so regularlyplanted that they have at the base all the appearance ofhaving been set for the corner posts of a building,— this isthe Druids Temple. Thence we had wandered by cow-paththrough the dense covert to the northward — our most com-pact body of forest — as far north as that beautiful littlemeadow on our farthest lot, known as the upper beaver-meadow, admiring the festooning vines of the grape, bitter-sweet, and Virginia creeper which abound hereabout, pluck-ing flowers, and breathing in the wholesome breath of thesweet woods. We had seen many small birds, a scarlettanager, a cuckoo, and away above us in the illimitableblue, a fish-hawk lazily sailing in wide circles. Could hesee us? Doubtless; but we interested him not,— nay,. 620 A CONSULTATION, A TOUR, A PARTY. ^were of less consequence to him —how much soever we esteemed our-selves— than he to us. Think ofMontaigne and his cat!Home again, warm, a little fatigued in body, and^hungry withal; — but with mind and heart refreshedwith what a refreshment!We lunch: Some ice-cold milk (upon which the creamhas been accumulating since early morn) from the refrigera-tor in the cool, clean, airy cellar; bread, white and light andsweet; and — ye gods! this is a surprise! prepared for meagainst this hour at blessed morn ere our setting out byMalvina — pure honey in the whitest and most fragrant ofsweet, colorless comb! the first fruits of our hives ! Now, pursuant to appointment, must I hold a consulta-tion upon field affairs with thee, thou iron-jawed, grim, yetkind-visaged veteran of two bloody wars, G
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